Cami watched the rigid set to her shoulders as T.J. continued into the pub,
and for a moment all she could do was blink after her retreating friend, not
knowing what to say or do. Removing her ball cap, she ran her fingers
through her already disheveled hair.

Then, obeying an instinct she didn't understand or question, she followed the
taller woman into the cheerful pub. T.J. went to the bar, presumably to
place their dessert order, so Cami eased up beside her and placed a comforting
hand on the barkeep's arm. She could feel the muscles tense beneath her fingers,
but Cami refused to allow that to cause her to remove her hand. Rather,
she began absently stroking the smooth skin of T.J.'s forearm and continued
to quietly remain a warm, compassionate presence, until the barkeep decided
to speak.

They stood there for a few moments, T.J. clenching her jaw against the swirling
emotion, staring straight ahead, unseeing. She refused to examine the
fact that she felt absurdly comforted by the small, strong hand resting on her
arm.

Finally, she swallowed the lump in her throat. "Don't. Please. I canna . .
." Then she stopped, not sure what to say - how to explain that she didn't want
to talk about it.

"Shhh. Ok." The smaller woman's gentle voice was apologetic. "It's.....I'm
so sorry. I didn't know....but...." She hesitated, not sure where to go next,
and unwilling to let the woman completely shut her out. "I'll be
here if you ever do want to talk, ok?" The dark head bowed for a moment,
jaw clenching again and releasing, but she still refused to look at the blonde
next to her.

T.J. was torn. A part of her wanted desperately to tell Cami to leave
so she wouldn't have to explain anything about her brother's death - the grief
and the vulnerability were too much. But another part, the part of her
that was enjoying the delicious, soothing sensation of Cami's touch - that part
wanted to hold the smaller woman close and weep on her shoulder, unburdening
years of pain and sorrow.

Glancing down to look at Cami proved to be her undoing. The solemn green
eyes, and open, understanding face made T.J.'s knees nearly buckle with need
- a need born of years of denying herself any close friendships. This
was the first person in her life she wanted to open up to. But that
makes you vulnerable, old girl. And what if she hears who you really
are and then walks away? How would you survive that?

T.J. was unwilling to tell her everything, yet she was equally as terrified
of pushing her friend away. She quickly opted for a compromise. "Please
don't go." She said gently. "After all, I promised you dessert."

A quick smile brightened Cami's face. "Ok. Shall I. . .um . . ." she
glanced around the establishment, grateful that it was rather quiet since it
was a Sunday night. "Shall I see the owner about a table?"

T.J.'s face shifted half way between a smile and a choked back sob, before
she nodded at her friend and turned away.

Cami wisely gave her a moment alone and headed for the table in the corner
that they had occupied during dinner a week ago. Wow! Was that only a week
ago? For the life of her she couldn't figure out why it felt that
she had known T.J. for much longer than that. Cami had no way of knowing about
her brother's death, but she felt bad that she had dredged up the obviously
painful memories.

T.J. joined her moments later, bearing a slice of cheesecake and two mugs of
coffee. As she slid into the booth, Cami noticed that the barkeep had
calmed herself, yet the tension was still clearly evident in the stiff set to
her shoulders. Cami cocked her head slightly when she saw only one dessert,
but she chose to remain quiet.

"Colin was killed a bit over two years ago. Just before I came here." T.J.
began without ceremony, her voice a bit thin, but steady.

"T.J., you don't have to . . ."

"No. It's all right." Besides, I think I need to say this out loud. She
swallowed a gulp of her coffee, that Cami was fairly certain was laced with
something stronger, before she continued. "He...um....a pipe bomb he was building
exploded on him."

"Oh, god! T.J.....That.....that's horrible." The barkeep narrowed her
eyes a bit when the blonde didn't comment any further. Dontcha
want ta know why he was building a bomb?

"Um...I think the....... har...hardest thing was that I dinna get to say goodbye.
I....I didn't go to the funeral, Îcause I was already over here. But I
hear Îtwas a closed casket, due to the explosion and all."

A myriad of questions swarmed into Cami's head, but she clamped down on her
own curiosity. "I know it's tough to lose someone you love. Tougher
still, I imagine, when you can't say goodbye." Without thinking she reached
across the table, pushing aside the untouched dessert and took ahold of T.J.'s
hands. "I'm sure your brother knew you loved him."

Crystal blue eyes swam with unshed tears. Oh, god! If you only knew......
Her vision swam and she took several large gulps of air to steady herself. Those
bastards still made me leave the country......at that point the contract was
meaningless, yet they could'na have me back on Irish soil.....

In her mind's eye she flashed back to her laughing, charming younger brother,
and the dark woman she had been then.....the one her men called "Jamie".....

It had been a simple decision at the time. Her life for her brother's.
When Colin was framed for setting a bomb that killed 37 people in a crowded
restaurant, she tried to intervene, hiring the best lawyers in Ireland.
When legal channels failed to save him, it looked like he would be condemned
to die for the crime. Taylor searched for the real terrorist, but in the
end, she had decided that the only thing that would save Colin was for Taylor
to offer up her own life in exchange for his.

Jimmy Lynam, the detective in charge, was a man that the Jameson children
had grown up with. So it was no surprise that "for old time's sake" he
agreed to meet in secret with Taylor.

The cop and the terrorist, an unlikely pair, sat down and struck a deal
that would free Colin Jameson, and forever change Taylor's life.

Taylor offered to be charged in her brother's place, knowing full well he
would be found guilty despite the circumstantial evidence. The government
needed a scapegoat to appease the public.

But Jimmy Lynam was too sharp for that.

"No. I willna have you imprisoned for your brother. Ya would become
a martyr to the cause and be twice as powerful in jail as ya are now."

Taylor knew he was right. Her men would move heaven and hell to see her
released from prison. But damned if she'd give Jimmy the satisfaction
of agreeing with him. "I think ya overestimate my power, old friend.
I may be a patriot, but I'm simply a woman after all."

The cop had snorted in disbelief. "Simply a woman?? Blessed St. Patrick,
Jamie! Ya may be many things, but ya aren't simple. Least wise Îsimply
a woman.' Ya happen ta be the most gorgeous, powerful, dangerous woman in all
of Ireland."

"Then if ya won't let me take his place Jimmy, what is it ya want?
Why did you agree to meet?"

In truth, Jimmy Lynam agreed to meet with Taylor, because from the time
they were children, he had been in love with her. But he was also a shrewd
cop who had fought his internal battle between love and duty and had somehow
found a compromise.

"As I said Jamie, I canna put you in prison, nor see Colin die. But
there is a way. . . . Ya leave Ireland. Forever."

He outlined a plan that included her brother's freedom and her own exile.
The plan was calculating: Taylor would sign legal papers divorcing herself
from her homeland, claiming personal responsiblity for all of the illegal actions
she and the F.E.P. had commited in the past 5 years, in exchange for permanent
exile.

Jimmy was killing two birds with one stone: appeasing the public by
naming the responsible individual, and at the same time stripping Taylor of
any power she might have as a revolutionary. For if she went to prison
she'd be a martyr and twice as powerful. But by signing the papers, in
essence her men would see her as a traitor, and even if she somehow returned
to Ireland, she would become a marked woman with a price on her head so high
that no mercenary could resist. As repugnant as the idea of turning traitor
was to her, all in all it was likely her best option to freeher brother.

"All right, Lynam. I'll sign on two conditions. First, my brother
walks - today, and completely free, no strings, nothing on his record. And second.
. .you can only use my name - I won't turn in my brothers. ÎTis bad enough
you'll be branding me a traitor, but I willna have you capturing my loyal men
and making them pay for what I'm about totell ya."

Lynam agreed to her terms, so Taylor had signed the papers Jimmy provided,
vowing she would never return to her native land, or risk capital punishment.
And the day after she boarded the plane for America, Colin was killed in an
explosion.

She shook her head to clear the terrible memories, and found patient, steady
green eyes staring back at her. "Aye, he knew I loved him."

Their gazes held for a few silent moments, T.J. drinking in the comfort offered
by the photographer.

"Ya continue ta surprise me, ya know?" She finally continued, tilting her head
to the side a bit, still holding tightly to Cami's hands.

Blond brows contracted in curiosity. "Why is that?"

"Well, first of all, ya haven't even touched that cheesecake." Her tone was
light, so Cami chuckled. Then the barkeep turned serious again. "But also because
ya dinna ask me any of the questions I expected ya ta ask."

Cami thought about that for a moment. "Hmmm....well....I ....I just figured
that whatever you wanted me to know, you'd tell me." She replied simply.
"We're friends, T.J., I'm not the Inquisition." She quirked a half-smile.
"Besides, I've always believed that what is past, is past. We shouldn't
dwell on bad memories, because they shaped us, made us who we are, you know?"

T.J. listened intently, unsure if she was hearing Cami correctly.

"The person that we have become today is a direct result of those experiences
from our past, be they good or bad." She offered a shy smile to the intense,
dark-haired woman across from her, knowing she what she was about to admit,
and not caring how corny it sounded. "And I kinda like the person you are now.
So, it really doesn't make a difference how you got here, just that you did."

It was T.J.'s turn to blink at Cami. This loving, unquestioning acceptance
was a foreign thing to the Irish woman. Everybody wanted something,
everybody judged you, had the potential to betray you. But her gut
told her that Cami.....well....somehow, in some incredible twist of fate, somehow
despite all she had done wrong in her life, Taylor
Jameson had found a true friend.

"Ya make it sound so simple. Friendship, I mean."

A genuine smile. "It is that simple. If you let it be." When she
saw that the older woman was a bit at sea with the concept, she elaborated.
"Believe me, I have known some real bastards in my life, whose pasts were as
spotless as a monks. So, a person's past history is no real indication of who
they are now."

She paused briefly, organizing her thoughts. "Don't get me wrong, T.J., I
don't have thousands of friends. But I don't go around telling my hopes and
dreams to just anyone I meet, hoping naively that I can trust them, that they
won't hurt me. No, a few close members of my Îextended family' is more
my style."

She paused again and took a deep breath before continuing on, realizing the
trust T.J. had placed in her, and making a conscious decision to give her some
of that back. "No, you have to trust your instincts.......and mine tell me.....my
heart tells me, you are a good person, with a good soul. No matter what secrets
your past holds."

A single, lone tear had found it's way down T.J.'s cheek, and Cami let go with
one hand to reach up and gently brush it away. They locked eyes,
each reading the truth in the other. The moment they shared was so intense
that for a few lovely seconds, Cami forgot to remove her hand and let her fingers
gently caress T.J.'s cheek. My god! I could drown in those eyes!

Finally, both women leaned back, both aware of the power of the connection
between them. Both afraid to go that one step more....that might prove
too far.

So, to break the tension, Cami reached down and broke off a piece of the cheesecake,
offering the fork across the table to T.J.

"Here, help me eat this will you? I'm still stuffed from the crud I ate
at the game."

T.J. sighed and then shyly smiled, snapping even, white teeth at the bite of
cake on the fork Cami held.

It was in this rather intimate position that Frank caught them. Although, truth
be told, he had been interestedly watching their intense conversation from across
the room for the past ten minutes.

"Well. Sorry to interrupt." Although his sarcastic tone made it clear
that he wasn't sorry in the least.

Through the hand that Cami still held in one of her own, she could feel the
tension slam into Taylor's body as though she were a tightly wound spring.

He gave an impish smile and glanced pointedly to their clasped hands. "Hmmm....How's
business?" He maliciously inquired. He slid into the booth next to Cami
as she gracefully let go of T.J.'s hand and instinctively moved to avoid being
squashed by Frank's bulk.

Taylor hadn't even realized that she still had ahold of Cami's hand until she
felt the chill when the warmth of the photographer's hand was removed from her
own. Then the barkeep tried unsuccessfully to keep the blush from flooding her
cheeks as she realized how their position must look to Frank's juvenile brain.
And just how much you enjoyed holding her hand, eh Jameson? She mentally
slapped herself.

He neatly took the fork from Cami and sampled a bite of the cheesecake himself.
"Tasty. Trying to sell Taylor on your...uh.... product? Are you a baker
then, Ms......umm.....oh, I'm sorry we haven't been properly introduced. I'm
Frank Silva, Taylor's husband." He held out his large, manicured hand
to Cami who had the good sense to look at it as though he were handing her a
live grenade.

Refusing to shake his hand, she instead crossed her arms in front of her and
answered. "I'm Camryn Wells. But I think, Mr. Silva, that you meant ex-husband,
didn't you?" Her tone tried for sweet, but fell just short.

He tried for charm and also missed the mark."You see, Ms. Wells......just because
we signed a little piece of paper doesn't change the fact that I still care
for Taylor. Want to see the best for her and her...um.... business?" He finished
in a questioning tone as he cocked an eyebrow at Taylor, who made it obvious
that she was not going to clarify her relationship with Camryn for his benefit.

He helped himself to another taste of cheesecake. But the bite never
got to his mouth. His wrist was caught mid-air by Taylor's strong grip.

"I asked you what you wanted, Francis." She hissed.

"Relax, baby. Just stopped in for a visit and to talk about a few things.
Saw you and your..... business associate here enjoying some dessert, so I thought
I'd join in." His smile never reached his eyes as he stared across the
table at Taylor who still had a hold on his powerful wrist.

"Get out. I told you not to come back here."

His voice lowered and lost all trace of the earlier attempt at charm. "You
don't want to cause a scene, do you? Bad for business and all...."

She released his hand and stood. "We were just leaving ourselves. Finish the
dessert if you want, but then leave."

But he refused to budge in order to allow Camryn out of the booth. He continued
the path of the fork and savored the bite of cheesecake as though it were ambrosia.
Then he licked his lips and draped a casual arm over Camryn's shoulder. His
eyes bored intently at the blonde. "Gee, Taylor, your uh....friend here
is kinda cute."

"Get up, Frank, and let her out." She tried unsuccessfully to keep her anger
from showing, but it boiled just barely below the surface.

"You know, you are one adorable little thing." He tapped her pert nose
with one long finger. "Yes sir, perhaps you two might be interested in
. . ."

But he never finished his lascivious proposition. Instead he found himself
being hauled from the booth by the back of his shirt, and then dumped unceremoniously
on his butt.

Taylor calmly lifted out her hand to Camryn to help her step over Frank's prone
body. Once she had safely placed herself between Frank and Cami, Taylor leaned
down and got right in his face. "If you know what is good for you, you won't
come back."

He rose swiftly, causing her to leap backwards. "Hey, baby. I meant no
harm. If she's .....taken, all you had to do was say so." His eyes flicked
over her shoulder to Camryn, who stood passively behind the barkeep. "I
mean....I didn't see a ring on her finger or anything...." He elaborately dusted
off his grey suit jacket and glanced again with purpose to the blonde and then
back at Taylor.

She blithely folded her long arms and tried to appear casual, but it was a
stretch. Still hiding something, aren't ya, ya little weasel. ÎCause
I know you aren't stupid enough to pull this little stunt just to get laid.
"Uch, I see.....well, sorry ta disappoint ya, Frank. But Camryn here, well,
she is way outta your league. And I doubt she'd take my sloppy seconds."

She reached for his tie and he flinched at the sudden movement. But she
merely straightened the knot.

"Talk to ya later, Francis." She patted his cheek with a bit more force
than necessary and strolled out of the bar, with the photographer at her side.
******************

Taylor didn't speak until they were safely tucked in her BMW and headed down
the freeway. And true to her earlier statements about refusing to judge
her friend, Camryn put a lid on the questions she felt bubbling to the surface.
How did they ever get along in the first place? Why is there such animosity
there? What was with the Îbusiness' stuff? And was he insinuating
that we ....that she & I....that I was more than just her friend? Does that
mean....

"Sorry Îbout Frank. I sometimes think he never left puberty." T.J.'s
low voice floated into the darkness of the car.

"That's ok. Not the first time I've been hit on by a horny guy." She
answered carefully. "Thanks for um....coming to my rescue."

"Ya didn't really need rescuin' from Frank. He's basically harmless."

"Harmless enough for you to drag him outta that booth like he was made from
paper or something." Cami was still amazed at the strength of her friend, since
Frank outweighed her by a good fifty or seventy-five pounds.

"Aye. Well....." T.J. was a bit embarrassed at her show of temper. "I
just didn't think ya wanted him to be pawin' at ya anymore."

Sometime in the past thirty minutes or so, a niggling question had started
to form in Cami's brain. And this question needed an answer before the
photographer could begin to decipher the intense feelings between them. Ah
well, you can always say you mixed up your cliches..... So, Camryn dug down
deep and took a chance, "Well, and like you said - he and I play for different
teams." She looked mildly out the window, biting her bottom lip as she
waited to hear T.J.'s reaction to her subtle admission.

Questioning blue eyes shifted quickly from the road to the blonde next to
her. The euphemism was not lost on the barkeep, but....Did she just say that
wrong, or does she mean....? Naw, just wishful thinkin' on your part,
old girl. So no sense getting your hopes up.

"Aye, you are too good for the likes of him." She deliberately ignored
the subtext in Cami's statement.

"Thanks." Camryn's blush was hidden in the darkness of the vehicle, and was
not entirely due to the compliment. Ok.Struck out on that one.
But that still doesn't confirm it one way or the other. Camryn heaved a
mental sigh.

The car pulled smoothly into the driveway of Cami's Victorian. "Well, thank
ya for the game today. ÎTwas most entertainin'."

"You're welcome. Glad you had a good time." Cami ducked her head,
suddenly feeling rather shy.

"Hey, that's what friends are for." Before she lost the nerve, Cami reached
over and pulled the taller woman into a friendly hug.

T.J. held out for all of five seconds before giving in and squeezing Cami back,
neatly tucking the blond hair under her chin. She sucked in a large breath,
smelling the clean, slightly jasmine scented shampoo that Cami used, and carefully
stifling the large sigh she felt burst to the surface. God that feels
good.

As Cami pulled back, T.J. chucked her on the chin. "Talk to ya soon, Cami."

"G'night, T.J."

As she watched the photographer head up the walkway and safely enter her house,
T.J. realized she was in deep trouble. You're really taken with the
kid, aren't ya? Oh bloody hell......******************

When the door shut firmly behind her, Cami methodically turned the locks and
plopped her keys on the table in the hallway. Unthinking, she habitually
headed straight for the kitchen and poured a glass of iced tea before climbing
the stairs to the balcony off of her bedroom. Kicking off her shoes, dropping
into a deck chair and propping her feet on the small, patio table, she
stared blindly at the cheerful harbor lights below her for a few minutes before
she allowed her brain to kick in.

Oh god! You are in such trouble here! She could still smell
the distinctive scent of T.J. lingering on her clothes, her crisp perfume mixed
with the leather of her jacket. Closing her eyes against the remembrance of
the feeling of those strong arms wrapped around her, Camryn shook her head,
as though it would clear away the residual intensity she felt from the emotions
of the evening. No such luck. Instead it served to allow her mind
to conjure up the image of those amazing blue eyes, those high, sculpted cheek
bones....

All right Wells. You've got a crush. She admitted to herself.
So... Not the first time..... But if she were really being honest
with herself, she would admit that this certainly was the first time she had
felt anything so strongly for anyone. And to make matters worse, she couldn't
even be sure if the dark-haired woman would even be interested in anything more
than just friendship. Taylor had missed the lame clue that Cami had lobbed at
her. But that still doesn't mean....or it might mean......Oh crap!
She knew she was over-analyzing but she couldn't help herself.

She allowed the earlier conversation about T.J.'s brother to drift back into
her mind. She had already pieced together some of the obvious bits. T.J.
was from Belfast, notorious for its unrest and militant activities, and her
brother, Colin, was killed making a pipe bomb. Since the police hardly
have any real use for pipe bombs, that would put him
in the "revolutionary" category. All right. Her brother was an
activist of some sort. Terrorist? or something less.....aggressive or
subversive?

The real reasons why her friend had come here to San Diego, and why she had
married Frank were still not clear. But what was clear was that she was
still grieving for her brother. So, why didn't she go back for his
funeral?

Then she shut down her over-active imagination, realizing that what she had
told T.J. earlier was really the truth. Her past didn't matter to Camryn.
The photographer was smitten by the woman who existed here and now. And Cami
didn't know what in the hell she was going to do about it. ***************

She had barely left Cami's street before T.J.'s cell phone buzzed.

"Jameson."

"Hey, boss. Sorry to bother you, but I thought you might want to know..."
Tommy's deep baritone held a hint of annoyance, mixed with a healthy dose of
what might have been apprehension.

"Frank just left, but with two guys that came in right after you left."

"Yeah, I told him he could stay and finish dessert." However her hackles
began to rise, as she realized that Tommy wouldn't call her unless there was
something else going on....something important.

"Yeah, well. These two guys...they....they didn't look like your average
yuppies from around here, you know?" Now his tone was clearly filled with
suspicion.

"How long ago did they leave?"

" 'Bout twenty minutes."

"Thanks, Tommy." She clicked off the connection and hit a speed dial
number on her small phone.

A deep male voice answered, with a light Boston accent. "Jake here."

"What have you got for me?" She asked without even bothering to identify herself.

"Oh, hey, Jamie. Not much I'm afraid. ÎCept it seems he's been
spending a lot of time with two guys named...uh...." She heard the man pawing
through some papers. "Here it is, the Reynoso brothers. Miguel and Carlos.
Couple of shady dudes, although I'm not yet sure what they are in to, or why
Frank's hanging with Îem. Except around here....well it smells kinda heavy
of drug trafficking." He finished his report with a steady, efficient
manner.

"Thanks, Jake. See what you can dig up on our two baddies, and let me
know."

"Gotcha. No problemo."

"Oh, and Jake?"

"Ah-yeah?"

"Quietly, huh? I don't want them to even have an inkling about what hit
Îem."

"Hey, Taylor....it's me yer talking to....."

"I know Jake. Just be careful, huh? This one's personal."
She gripped the steering wheel tighter.

"'kay. I'll get back to you. ÎNight, Jamie."

She severed the cellular connection and grimly steered the car towards her
house. Drugs. In my pub. She seethed inwardly. Not even in her darkest
days with the F.E.P. had she ever resorted to the drug trade to make money.

For now, she would gather information and bide her time. Resolutely she pushed
aside the warm feelings from her day with Cami, vowing she would take out the
memories later, to be savored in private. But for now, she reluctantly
became "Jamie" and donned the cold, hard mask of what her dectective pal, Jimmy
Lynam, had deemed the "most gorgeous, powerful,
dangerous woman" he had ever met. *************************Chapter Nine

"So, right in the middle of the test, the kid leans over and pukes. In
technicolor."

Twin groans, accompanied by chuckles from her two dinner companions had Vicki
Ward grinning. The curly-headed teacher was regaling Jo and Cami with
war stories from her recently finished semester spent trying to convince high
school Seniors that English wasn't so horrible after all.

"Oh, god! That's disgusting! Was he sick? Or did your final exam
make him that nervous?" Cami inquired.

"Neither, actually. Although my tests have been known to make nearly
grown boys weep." Vicki laughed wickedly. "No, he....um....well let's
just say he started the party for graduation one day too soon."

"No way!" Jo countered. The petite red-head's face was a study in surprise.
"He was drunk??? Isn't your class in the morning??"

"Yup. 9 a.m. to be exact. Must have gotten an early start, Îcause
boy, did he reek of tequila!" Vicki smirked. Sure...it was amusing now. But
it hadn't been quite so funny at the time. Especially since the janitor was
really slow in getting around to cleaning up the mess. "And when the vice
principal took him away to the office, I heard him saying ÎMr. Janecek!
I'm not drunk. Some guy poured a bottle of tequila on me on the way to school
this morning'."

The three women laughed. "Well, at least he was a creative drunk." Cami quipped.

It was Camryn's 29th birthday and her two best friends had, as promised, taken
her to dinner. They were at their favorite French restaurant in the historic
Gaslamp Quarter of downtown. The place was decorated to give the appearance
of a quaint French country chateau, with exposed beams and wooden tables, and
despite the fact that it was July 1st and about 85 degrees outside, a cheerful
fire was crackling in the stone fireplace that graced the far wall.

Amid the myriad of new shops, clubs and restaurants in the Gaslamp Quarter,
the redevelopers of this district had neglected one fundamental detail - the
parking was lousy. So people walked everywhere they went, and traffic was usually
bumper to bumper during peak hours. But that didn't stop thousands of San Diegans
from flocking to the place every weekend for fine dining, dancing and shopping.
Besides which, it was within walking distance from many of the high rise office
buildings that dotted the downtown skyline, so it was a great place to congregate
for happy hour. And there was something here for everyone, from eccentric little
shops that sold priceless antiques, to the pulsing music and flashing colored
lights of the nightclubs.

Their table looked out onto Fifth Avenue, one of the main drags in the Quarter,
and the women watched and commented with some curiosity on the endless variety
of people that paraded by on the bustling street.

"So, Vicki," Jo asked, "Cami tells me that there were no tap dancing
midgets at that charity thing you conned her into working a couple of weeks
ago."

The teacher laughed, "No. Not this time. But when I work with ÎTiny
Toes a'Tapping' again I'll be sure to let you know."

"She's not lying. The last union dance had this group to entertain -
a group of ten or so midgets, all dressed in sparkly, sequined outfits, on the
stage tap dancing their little feet off. It felt like an episode of ÎAmerica's
Funniest Home Videos'. A room full of the most respected educators in
the county began looking under their tables and in their centerpieces for the
hidden cameras. But the tap dancers were serious."

Cami and Jo were laughing now at the image. "And the worst thing was about
five minutes into the routine, someone at my table started to giggle, and then
someone else, until pretty soon, the whole room had our faces buried in our
napkins, bright red from trying so hard not to laugh at the little guys."

"Were they any good?" The photographer spit out between chuckles.

"Actually, no. They were terrible."

"Geez, Vick, that sounds worse than the time they took all of you guys to a
retreat and made you throw shoes at each other." Vicki's stories of "staff
development" days were legendary with the trio.

The meal was superb and the company even better, as the three friends spent
some time catching up on the latest in their careers and personal lives.
As Camryn finished up the last bite of her Coq Au Vin, she set down her fork
and sighed. "God, that was delicious."

"Great. I did that fun job for the Zoo, and I just did the Padres' shoot on
Sunday."

"Oh, how was the game?" Vicki asked.

"Lots of fun! I took T.J. with me and it was her first live baseball game.
So I had a good time explaining the rules and such to her." The blonde was totally
unaware of the silly grin that suddenly lit up her face and the animation that
crept into her voice, but her delight in speaking about her new friend
was not lost on Vicki and Jo. "She's really cool, and she caused quite
a stir with the guys on the team, Îcause she's really gorgeous."

"Who's T.J.?" the red-head glanced to Vicki, catching the smile on Camryn's
face and the shift in Vicki's body language, and realizing that there might
be something more here.

"Oh, um....T.J. is short for Taylor Jameson, the woman who owns the bar that
Vicki had her charity thing in." Cami replied, glancing out the window to hide
her blush as her mind quickly leapt to the tall, dark haired woman who had dominated
her thoughts since the baseball game three days ago.

Vicki and Jo took a long look at their friend and then met eyes with each other,
before Vicki continued. "I didn't know you guys were friends, Cami. Did
you know her before the Talent contest?"

The photographer glanced back, "No. We...um...I'm doing some publicity
work for the pub. And I just thought she might like to go to the game, being
new in America and all."

Hmmmm......Vicki's romantic little heart perked up. New to America?
Nice try Cami, but Taylor's been here for a few years now.....So....you land
in her lap and now you're taking her to ball games......let's see here.... Her
brown eyes flicked to Jo and she gave her a look indicating that she should
play along.

"Hey! That gives me an idea. Let's skip dirty, old McCafferty's and take Jo
up to Taylor's pub instead. It's so much nicer, and I'll bet they have
great desserts."

Jo picked up on the Godzilla-sized clue that Vicki had tossed out. "Oooh!!
That would be cool! I'm getting tired of Mc's anyway - especially since Ned
isn't singing there anymore." The red-head offered a big, pleading grin to Cami,
who was just starting to catch the subtle by-play between her two friends.
She opened her mouth to defend their old, college hangout.

But Vicki continued on, not allowing her to protest. "Yeah, C.J.'s
isn't too far, we could swing by - unless the old lady birthday girl here is
too tired."

"Who are you calling old, Amazon woman?" Cami playfully growled.

"Ooooh! Amazon!! I love it!!" Jo clapped her hands in delight.

Vicki's eyes narrowed in teasing friskiness, "Yeah? Well watch it, pixie,
or we might just start ganging up on you."

Vicki and Cami burst out laughing at Jo's expression, for the petite red-head
did look an awful lot like a pixie at that moment. She was an actress, and her
hair was currently cropped rather short for a role she was playing at one of
the local theatres.

"Well. The old lady, the amazon, and the pixie, huh? Quite a combination...."
Jo smirked and then waggled her eyebrows. "Let's go see what kinda trouble we
can get into!"
*******************************

With her dark hair loose about her shoulders, dressed in black jeans, a black
silk blouse and a black leather jacket, Taylor Jameson looked like Trouble.

Taking a deep breath and feeling the old familiar, killer instincts flood back
into her body, Taylor pushed aside all pleasant thoughts of laughing, green-eyed
blondes. Glancing into the mirror she gave an inward shudder at the sinister
image she conveyed.

The cold, blue eyes staring back at her couldn't be hers....couldn't be the
same ones that smiled at Cami, that wept over the touching show of trust and
friendship from the small photographer.

No. These were someone else's eyes. The eyes of the woman she left behind
in Ireland on that cold day two years ago. These were Jamie's eyes.
And she had business to take care of.

She had not made any attempts to contact Frank during the past few days, instead
hoping to lure him into a false sense of security - alternately hoping that
he would return so she could kick his ass for bringing trouble back into her
life, and hoping
that he would disappear from her life altogether. Both choices had merit,
but only one caused her to once again don the mercenary persona that she had
foolishly hoped was buried for good. So each night she prepared for his arrival,
and as each day passed without it happening, she got wound up tighter and tighter
waiting.

Replacing the receiver, she headed for the locked cabinet in the corner.
She quickly retrieved her Sig Hauer and checked the rounds. Tucking the
gun into the waistband of her jeans at the small of her back, she straightened
her leather jacket so the outline of the weapon was not visible. She leaned
down and double-checked the knife tucked neatly into her boot, and then headed
towards the office door, pausing before she entered the pub. Her fingers
gripped the doorknob with an intensity that turned caused the veins in the back
of her hand to stand out.

You were wrong, Cami. A person's past Îdoes' matter.....it all
catches up to you sometime.... With one final clench of her heart,
she glanced at her image in the mirror and put on a frigid, emotionless mask.
Taylor blinked back for one final split second. But then it was Jamie
who turned on her heel and headed into the pub. Look out, Frank. Here
comes trouble.**************************

"So, Cami.....tell Jo how you ended up in trouble and nearly breaking your
neck at the Talent contest." Vicki innocently stated, her sweet brown
eyes taking a sideways glance at the small red-head in the seat next to her.
Jo stifled a grin at the knowledge that Vicki was tweaking Cami.

The three women were in Vicki's Four-Runner streaking down the highway, and
Cami was currently in the back seat holding steadily on to the "oh shit" handle
to counteract Vicki's wild driving. At the comment by the teacher, Cami
raised an eyebrow. Just what are you up to Vick? Tsk, Tsk....well, you're
not gonna get anything new outta me.....

It wasn't that she was ashamed to talk to her friends about her crush on the
tall, blue-eyed bartender - after all, they knew she was gay. No....it
was just.....that Cami had never had a girlfriend before really. There
was a brief fling in college that left her heart-broken, yet sure of her sexual
preference, but other than that career and family dominated her life.
At least until recently. So, she didn't have any practice in talking to
her friends about such matters.

Blushing furiously, she took a deep breath and decided that honesty was always
the best idea. "It was really funny, Jo." She began to relate the
events that led up to her plunge from the bar stool and right into T.J.'s life.
Leaving out her physical reaction to the barkeep, though.

"So, I nearly crushed the poor woman, and destroyed my camera lens in the process.
And after that - T.J. hired me to do her publicity....apparently she thought
I had a flair for the dramatic." She finished blithely, enjoying the chuckles
from her friends in the front seat, and this time catching the two women as
they exchanged what could only be described as "knowing" glances.

"And here I thought I was the drama queen of this little trio." Jo laughed.
"So that's how you and T.J. became friends? You broke her lap?"

Vicki laughed, but Cami was quietly pensive. Yeah - I broke her lap, and
in all likelihood, my heart. She took a large breath, unable
to divulge anything further to her pals, although she knew instinctively it
would make her feel better to talk about it. Raising a well-shaped eyebrow
at Vicki's questioning gaze in the mirror, Cami finished, "Yeah, that's
about it," her tone making it evident the story was over.

"Well I, for one, can't wait to meet her, and thank her for saving your neck....."
Jo nearly sang in the front seat.

"And I , for one can't wait to get an ice cold pint of Newcastle." Having
read something of Cami's struggle in those expressive green eyes, Vicki gave
in to the blonde's unspoken desire to change the subject.

"Yeah, a drink sounds really good right now." came Cami's response, as she
turned to stare at the dark scenery passing them by. Her mind drifted
and she briefly tuned out the chatter from the front seat, lost in her own world
that included blue-eyed bartenders. **************************

Miguel and Carlos Reynoso were impeccably dressed in well-tailored suits, but
for some reason that didn't help them blend in. Their Hispanic heritage
was evident in the richness of their complexions, the dark hair and the deep
brown eyes. But the Reynoso brothers gave off an air of danger lurking
just below the surface. Neither was someone any sane person really wanted
to mess with. Indeed, beneath the expensive clothes and the handsome faces,
were the leaders of the most deadly drug cartel in all of Tijuana. And
now they were expanded their empire North to include San Diego.

They were perched in an out of the way booth where the lights were dimmer and
no one could come up behind them. Frank sat with them, trying in vain
not to look nervous in their intimidating presence.

They had just made a drop a few days ago, so tonight they were just here to
discuss some financial arrangements - where, and when, and how much. It
was all a new game to Frank, and a dangerous one for him to be playing without
really knowing the "rules."

But, a lucrative business nonetheless. Methamphetamine. He laughed as he recalled
his conversation with Taylor about where her money came from. Not from drugs,
eh baby? Well. You missed out then. He had asked her about
her possible drug connections to make sure they would not run into any opposition
here. For Frank knew, if Taylor were dealing, he, for one, would not want
to get in her way. For some insane reason he was more scared of Taylor than
the dangerous men that currently flanked him in the booth.

He set up rendezvous between the Reynoso's and competent dealers who took the
Meth out onto the streets and sold it for their own cut of the profit.
And since Taylor's pub was quiet, and in a respectable neighborhood, it seemed
the safest place to use as his base of operations. The cops were rather
sparse in this part of the county, due to the recent growth in the area. The
sheriff's department handled this area, and they were spread rather thin as
it was. The best part for Frank was that he was really just a go-between,
helping with the laundering of the money, so he seldom handled the stuff.
Thay way if the enterprise should ever collapse......well....he figured he had
nearly enough money to take off to South America and stay there. Should the
need ever arise.

His only real problem, and he was unaware of just how large that problem really
was, was Taylor. She was an uncooperative bitch who would likely blow
a gasket if she found out what he was doing. But, he had hopes of handling
her in another way, should that become necessary.

"So, amigo. Where is this new man's territory?" Miguel asked Frank.

"Uh. He....he works out of Ocean Beach. Lots of college kids and surfers
and stuff." Frank replied, trying to sound knowledgeable.

"Bueno. Have you found a new distributor for the East County yet?" Miguel
twisted his pinky ring. Carlos merely sat impassively, his sharp eyes
scanning the room for any hint of trouble. There was a distinct division
of power between these two men - Miguel was the brains and Carlos, the muscle.

Frank nervously licked his lips, deciding he should probably order a drink
to help calm himself down. The last East County dealer in question had
been stabbed 17 times by the local gang of White Supremacists, who were firmly
entrenched in that part of the county. They had dumped the barely recognizable
body by the side of the road in a remote part of Jamul, but not before they
had branded their stylized swastika into the man's forehead. The warning was
unmistakable.

"Um...no. I ....um...haven't. That's rather ...um...difficult territory.
The skinheads own that area, so..."

Miguel held up one perfectly manicured hand. "Bad for business, Frank.
If customers think we can't deliver on time...." He offered a sly grin
that made Frank squirm. "Perhaps you need to personally look into this
little problem."

Little Problem?? Was he kidding? But Frank was saved, if he could call
it that, from answering Miguel by the arrival of Taylor. The dark-haired
vengeance entered the pub from her office and headed behind the bar.

Frank grimaced. Damnit! Not yet. Can't deal with her right now!
Miguel caught the direction of Frank's pained gaze and his dark eyes swept over
the gorgeous woman behind the bar.

"Dios mio, que muy bonita, no?" He grinned and turned back to Frank.
"You know this one? She is ....quite a woman."

"She's my ex-wife. The one I told you owns this joint." Frank supplied.

Miguel's grin broadened. "Ah, I see. You were one hell of a lucky man,
amigo. But...." He turned to smirk again at the supple form that was now moving
around behind the bar. "She looks like more woman than you can handle."

Carlos chuckled and allowed himself to be momentarily distracted from his watch-dog
duties to openly admire Taylor's stunning form.

Taylor had taken a position behind the bar to collect her thoughts and weigh
her options. While it was true that the last thing she wanted was to have
these men dealing drugs in her pub, the information that Jake had supplied her
with yesterday made it clear to her that she could not just use muscle on these
two. They were backed by a large and loyal "family" and she was seriously
outgunned, should it come to that. No, her better option was to find their
weakness and exploit it. Always look for the soft spot, darlin'. Her
Da's words rang in her ears. She smiled at the customer who signaled for
another Guinness and began drawing the beer, one eye still watching the dangerous
men in the corner.

"You gonna let them stay, boss?" Tommy queried.

"Well. I'm not gonna go piss them off so as to have them start breakin' up
the place. Fights are bad for business, Tommy." She tried to keep
her tone light as she surveyed the men in the corner. From Jake's description,
the big one is Carlos. All muscle, no brain. That means the slick one
is Miguel. Looks like a bloody attorney. She snorted at
her own random thoughts. "I'll speak to Frank after they leave."
She quietly assured the lanky bartender, as she offered up a smile in the direction
of their booth.

Miguel's grin instantly became a leer. "Perhaps you should introduce
us, Frank."

"Uh...er...probably not a good idea. Taylor, she...um...isn't really
thrilled about the business we're in." He tried to temper his answer,
because "not thrilled" was a serious understatement.

Miguel's dark eyes quickly swiveled back to the sniveling man next to him.
"Is this another problem, amigo? Carlos and me, we don't like problems."
To which Carlos grunted in affirmation.

"No! No." Frank recovered quickly. "No problem at all. I can handle her.
She...um...it would just be better for us to keep this business between us,
is all." Frank wasn't at all sure he could handle Taylor. But....he
had a few ideas he was saving up for a rainy day....and right now he didn't
like the look of the storm front moving in.

"Bueno. Then, if we are finished here...." Miguel stood up and shot the cuffs
on his jacket, Carlos right behind him. "Find that East County replacement,
Frank. Pronto." With that he and his gargantuan brother sauntered towards
the door, both turning to smile at the gorgeous bartender.

Taylor played the game in return and offered the two departing men a dazzling
smile and a suggestive eyebrow quirk, before turning to Tommy. "Divide
and conquer, mate. Divide a man from his sensibilities with a smile, and......"
She shrugged noncommittally. Something familiar about that phrase buzzed in
her head, but after a moment she shook her head to clear away the random thought.
That was weird.

"Yeah. Well. Be careful, boss." Tommy watched her purposefully head around
the end of the bar.

Intent on her goal of dragging Frank's ass outside and kicking it clear to
the Pacific, Taylor missed the entrance of the trio of women and slammed headlong
into the one person that she had most wanted to see.......just not here and
now.

Cami's green eyes went round with shock as she crashed into the tall barkeep.
"Oh, shit! T.J! I'm sorry."

T.J.'s hand went instinctively to the blonde's shoulders to steady them both.
"Cami...oh...I.....I dinna expect ta see ya here." Bloody Hell!
T.J. had been dreaming about the petite photographer for days, but her timing
in coming here couldn't have been
worse.

Vicki stepped forward and interrupted. "It's Camryn's birthday, so we thought
we'd drop by here for a pint or two." She reached out her hand to the barkeep,
smirking as she had caught the imperceptible softening of T.J.'s blue eyes the
minute she noticed Cami. Yup. There's something there.
In her mind, Vicki broke into a dance of glee.

T.J. took the proffered hand automatically and slipped on her polite social
mask. "Good evenin' to ya, Vicki."

Gesturing to the small red-head with them, Vicki made the introductions. "This
is our friend, Jo Peterson. Jo, this is Taylor Jameson. She owns the place."

Taylor glanced down at the small woman and shook her delicate hand, offering
another polite smile. "'Tis grand ta meet ya. Um....welcome..."

Jo broke the ice. "Well. I wanted to come and meet the woman who swept our
little Cami here right off her feet."

Vicki nearly doubled over trying to suppress her laughter as both Cami and
T.J. gave Jo a startled look.

"Jo, What the he...." Cami started to protest, before Jo clarified her statement.

"Wait. Cami? I thought you told me this was the woman that saved you
from the whole bar stool incident the other night...." She feigned an innocent,
puzzled expression....she wasn't an actress for nothing.

Twin expressions of surprise instantly cleared only to be replaced by the faint
flushing of embarrassment.

"Oh. I see then......Aye. That would be me." Taylor smiled. "And I've
still got the bruises on my lap ta prove it."

Cami playfully punched her arm. "Thought you were tougher than that.
Pansy." She teased.

Taylor narrowed her eyes, and Cami once again caught that hint of danger lurking
beneath the surface, that caused a shiver to run down her spine. When
she answered, her voice was a low growl. "No one's ever before accused me of
bein' a flower, Cami. But since it's your birthday, I'll let ya get away
with it."

A shy smile from Cami. "Gee, thanks."

Then it finally dawned on Taylor that she still had to deal with Frank, so
she quickly excused herself, slipping back into her cool, dangerous demeanor.
"Well. Nice ta meet ya, Jo. Have a seat, ladies, and the first round is
on me in honor of Cami's birthday." She gave the photographer a half-smile
and started for Frank's booth. "If you'll all excuse me then...."

Cami blinked after her retreating back, wondering at the swift change in her
friend, and the difference in her eyes. There's something....sometimes it
is almost as if she's ....not even in there. At that odd thought, Cami shrugged
and turned back to her two friends who were smirking at her. "What?"

"Nothing. Not a thing." Jo grinned and started for a booth.

"Vicki, what?" Cami grabbed the teacher's arm.

With a sweet smile she patted Camryn's shoulder. "Come on my little lap breaker.
Let's get you a drink, shall we?" And she gave Cami a small push in the
direction that Jo had just taken.

Joining their smaller friend, who was already seated, Vicki glanced after Taylor.
"Who's the guy, I wonder?"

Cami turned to look, a bit surprised to see Frank in the pub, after the way
Taylor had dumped him on his butt a few days ago. "That's Frank. He's ...um....T.J.'s
ex-husband."

Jo shot a look at Vicki who just shrugged before responding. "Oh, well. They
must get along all right though, I mean if they have drinks together and all."
*****************

Taylor caught Frank just as he was getting up from the booth.

"Not so fast, Francis." He voice was as smooth as glass. "I'd like a word with
ya."

Frank blinked, feigning surprise before answering. "You want to talk to me
Taylor, I was just leaving. I know how it upsets you when I ....overstay
my welcome."

"Sit down." She commanded and the tone caused him to instantly obey.

"What's wrong, baby?"

Taylor got right to the heart of the matter. "Why did ya bring two drug
dealers into my bar?"

Frank had the good grace not to let his chin hit the ground, but he couldn't
entirely hide his consternation. "Drug dealers?" He paused for a moment
as if trying to decipher her meaning before continuing. "Oh, you mean my friends?"
He laughed, a shallow completely fake sound coming out of his mouth. "Why on
earth would you think I'd associate with drug dealers? Much less bring them
here?"

"That's what I'd like ta know." She pinned him to the booth with another steely
gaze. "Are you in some kinda trouble, Frank?"

He smiled at the thought. "Gee, Taylor. I didn't know you cared." When an arched
eyebrow was her only response he continued. "No. I'm not in trouble. Those were
my business associates and I brought them here for a drink, ok?"

"No. Not ok. Don't bring them back, Frank."

"Hmmmmm...business is so good that you are turning away paying customers?"
He looked pointedly around the restaurant which was rather quiet on this late
Thursday evening.

"Frank. Listen." Despite her anger, she couldn't let the stupid idiot
walk into danger. She reached a hand out and took a strong grip on his forearm.
"You willna ever bring those men back here, understand? I dinna think
you know exactly who you are dealing with there."

Suddenly his grin became sinister and he slowly removed her fingers from his
arm. "On the contrary, baby. I don't think you know who you are dealing
with." Twisting her hand into one of his, their eyes locked in a battle of wills.
Frank was not a little shocked to see the intensity in the gorgeous blue eyes
boring straight through him, but he was bolstered by the knowledge of just how
powerful the Reynoso clan was.

Her voice lowered, with a tone bordering on deadly. "Do you mean ta tell me,
ya know who those men are? And ya brought them here anyway?"

"I know exactly who they are. I told you, we are business partners."
His eyes were narrow slits now, his meaning perfectly clear. "So. You'd best
leave us alone to conduct our business.....if you know what's good for you."

The tension sang through her body and she willed herself not to just toss him
to the ground and beat the hell out of him right there. "If I know what's good?.....Ya
wouldn't be threatenin' me, now would ya, Frank?" The low, dangerous growl
took on a hint of amusement.

"No, baby. I know where my money comes from. I wouldn't want to
see anything happen to you." His evil leer nearly caused her to shudder
in revulsion.

She released his grip and leaned back in the booth, crossing her arms in front
of her. "Good. ÎCause I really wouldna want ta show ya just how
stupid ya really are."

Frank stood, and dropped a few bills from his money roll on the table to cover
the drinks his partners had consumed. Then cocking a hip on the table,
he leaned over and stifled an urge to run his fingers through Taylor's long
dark hair. Instead, he opted for a charming smile.

"Like I said. I sure would hate to see anything happen to you. But, I
see your um.....business associate is here. So I'll let you go." He shifted
his gaze to the table where Camryn was seated with her friends, and then met
Taylor's ice blue eyes. "Pretty little thing. Good thing for you
it's just business, baby. Friends can be such a......liability." His meaning
was clear
to Taylor, who hesitated only a split second before leaping to her feet and
slamming Frank into the nearby wall, instantly choking him with a strong forearm.

The three women at the nearby booth had been oblivious to the volcano that
was about to erupt behind them. Certainly Cami had sensed the tension
in her tall friend, and had even glimpsed the danger in those expressive blue
eyes. But none of them would have predicted that they would be witness
to Taylor's quicksilver show of violence.

All three leapt up from their booth to pull the dark-haired fury off of Frank.
But that was easier said then done.

Taylor saw only the haze of red in front of her, felt the twisting of her gut
as Frank had tacitly threatened Cami. Her only thought was to kill him.
Kill him and the threat is meaningless. Damn the consequences.

She ignored the tentative touch on her back and the yelling around her as she
pressed her forearm harder into Frank's throat. Customers crowded around
and both Vicki and Jo tried to pull the stronger woman away from Frank. Tommy
joined them an instant later, however even he wasn't strong enough to budge
his boss.

So Cami tried a different approach. Acting on instinct alone, Cami ducked
under T.J.'s arm that was holding Frank, breathless, against the wall.
Everything slowed as though she were watching the scene in stop-motion photography.

She grabbed T.J.'s chin in one hand and placed the other flat on her chest.
Then she began to plead, "T.J. Please! Stop! Don't do this!"

Squished in between the two struggling bodies, Cami was startled to realize
that she actually felt no fear of T.J. hurting her. Her only thought was
to keep her friend from killing this man. She began stroking T.J.'s smooth
cheek with the palm of her hand, hoping against hope that would calm her friend.
By some miracle, it worked.

Blue eyes tracked from the goal in front of her to the gentle green ones that
were mere inches from her own. Through the veil of violence she saw Cami's
face swim before her, felt the gentle, soothing touch of her hand, heard that
sweet voice calling to her. And as quickly as she had snapped into her
violent rage, something clicked inside of her and she dropped Frank from the
wall. With one final glance at Cami, T.J. turned without a word and walked out
of the pub.

Vicki and Jo knelt beside Frank, as Tommy went to get the gasping man a drink
of water. But Cami just stared after T.J., and fought her own internal
battle - torn between wanting to follow and comfort her friend and wanting to
allow her the space to calm down on her own.

She took one hesitant step towards the door before Vicki wrapped a hand around
her arm. "Let her go, hon. Let her cool down." The teacher reasoned with
her.

Although logically she knew Vicki was right, something deep inside Cami rebelled
at the idea of leaving T.J. alone when she was upset like that. Damnit! What
the hell happened? She knew that T.J. and Frank had a rather hostile
relationship, but what caused her to go after him like that?

She turned back to the still gasping man in question and began firing questions
at him. "What the hell did you do to her? Why was she so pissed at you?"

Frank narrowed his eyes and choked out. "What did I do? That bitch attacked
me!"

Cami didn't usually see herself as a violent person, so she was rather surprised
at the urge she had to slap Frank right at that moment. Instead she folded
her arms across her chest, tucking her hands away to keep them from reacting
on their own. "Well
obviously you said something, Frank."

He had finally regained a bit of his composure, and glanced around as the crowd
around them began to disperse. "It was a family matter, Ms. Wells.
Nothing for you to be concerned about." He drew himself up to his full
height, towering over the tenacious little blonde.

Cami instantly felt herself being flanked by Jo and Vicki, both of whom looked
ready to take the man out if he should so much as lay a finger on their friend.
She was grateful for the backup, and it triggered her response to Frank.
"Taylor is my friend, Mr. Silva. A concept obviously lost on you.
So, I think whatever you did to upset her does concern me." She
lifted her chin a little in a defiant attitude.

Glancing from the tall teacher to the smaller blonde and red-head, Frank looked
disgusted, and began walking away from the trio before he responded. "Jesus,
you dykes are all alike. Sticking up for each other no matter what...What
are you, a fucking tribe?" And with that he was gone. Leaving a
stunned trio of women in his wake.